A young boy sat in the center of a vast room, bed at one side, desk at another. He looked out absent mindingly out the window, up at the clouds. He had felt it for a while now, and his suspicions were just confirmed.

Did he image it...?

Probably.

But it did feel like it.

Like someone else was in this room.

Sat on his bed, legs kicking up and down in boredom.

The boy's gaze drifting too a small feather in his room, both his blue and grey eye watched it carefully as it drifted to the floor.

He'd heard of this happening before, but had never believed it. Never believed it would happen to him, anyway.

"Why are you crying?"

The voice asked again. It was clearly a male's, and had a sweet, innocent - almost child like - tone.

"Uh- Sorry."

The boy replied, looking around the room for disembodied voice.

"It's alright! I did a lot when I was alive as well."

This time the voice had drifted behind him, before it laughed a little.

"There's no point in looking for me by the way. I'm a ghost, you see!"

"You... Are?"

"Yep!"

Slience fell on the room again. He didn't know what to say. This was just so strange. He sat back, rocked forward and then fell back.

"Well,"

The voice announced again.

"Would you to see me? I think I can do that."

"Uh, alright. Is it a quirk?"

"Nope, no quirk!"

The voice laughed.

"Just me."

Suddenly, the boy was looking up into two dark green eyes, with similarly coloured messy hair. His eyes widened, as although the boy was definitely there, but he could see the dark ceiling above him. The boy looked up at him in awe, and the ghost returned a smile. The ghost reached out and poked the boy's cheek.

"Why do you look so surprised?"

He giggled.

"Well... It's not every day... That you meet a ghost..."

The boy stuttered, sitting up, and turned around to where the ghost was patiently sitting in a black uniform.

"My name's Midoriya Izuku, what's yours?"

"... Todoroki. Todoroki Shouto."

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"U.A, huh?"

A couple of days had passed since Todoroki had met the joyful, and yet awkard, Midoriya. He still wasn't entirely used to the ghost, and it had just asked if it could go through the paper work on his desk.

"Yes, I'll be going there soon."

"Ah lucky! I've always wanted to go there."

"Oh, really? I'm not thrilled with it, really."

"Why's that? Surely it'd be amazing. And you got through on recommendations, as well! I- I mean, I'm sure you have your reasons, but -"

"It's alright. You clearly liked that idea, huh?"

"Yes, I really did. Really loved it!"

Midoriya clung hold of the paper, and begun to coil into himself. He suddenly stood up dead straight, his cheeks flared up red.

"Anyway, that's e-enough about me! What about you? Why didn't you want to go again?"

"Oh... My dad."

"Who's that?"

Todoroki paused, wondering whether it was right to share this with the ghost. Well, he didn't show any signs that he'd be leaving any time soon.

May as well get to know each other.

"Endeavour."

He simply answered, his gaze falling elsewhere on the floor.

"Endeavour! As in, THE Endeavour? The number two hero?"

"... Yes."

"Wow that's incredible! But then... Why are you so reluctant?"

"That's not all that important. Not right now."

Todoroki muttered. He'd have loved to explain everything. Everything that had happened to him. But the words... They just wouldn't form.

He suddenly jumped as he found the two green eyes right in front of him, and darted back. Midoriya glided back with a chuckle.